Alex loved how Fox smelled after sex, though it felt strange to call him Fox now. He knew Mulder hated his name but last night, he had given his lovers permission to call him ‘Fox’. It was an amazing symbol of trust and love. Walter was behind him, warm breath blowing in steady puffs against his neck. The sharp, sweaty smell of a well ridden former FBI agent tickled his nose. Faint bitter traces of the sharp smell of gun oil made him sigh.

Alex didn’t tense up, knowing that he was being watched. His eyes opened a sliver as he tried to see who was in the room with them. The quiet snick of a gun barrel snapping into place and a burst of the acrid scent of the gun oil as a rag was drawn over the gun. A sigh came from thin lips and crawled over the three in bed.

“How long do you wish to play this Alexei? We already know you are awake. Now, dear boy, you should get up and talk to us.” A clipped voice came from the shadows.

Sighing, Alex turned over and stared at the two men who were sitting in the darkness. He blinked blearily and focused. Rolling his eyes, he held up his only hand to be pulled up. The taller of the two stepped forward, his silky black hair swinging gently. One foot on the foot of the bed, a he pulled a naked Alex up. The smaller blond tossed a long shirt at Alex and walked out.

Alex traded glances with the dark haired man while putting on the shirt. He then stepped lightly down to the floor. The dark haired man watched and picked up his gun from a table, giving it one final swipe with the rag, he then put it in his holster. He followed behind Alex into the other room.

The blonde waited for the two of them, standing silently next to the table the blond man was standing by.

The dark haired one pulled out a chair for Alex to sit and stood next to his companion, one eyebrow rose. “Well?”

“Well, well what? You probably know more about them than I do. Considering your resources, probably terrorized Nathan into it.” Alex leaned back and yawned. “So, Dad? Papa? What’s wrong?”

“YOU DIDN’T TELL US!!!!” The blond roared.

“Dear Camier, don’t wake up the other two.”

A click of a gun caused the two to turn towards the doorway. Two men stood, barely dressed and pointing guns at them.

Alex lowered his head to the table and turned towards the door, a sweet smile on his face. “Don’t shoot them. Camier, Murphy meet Fox Mulder and Walter Sergei Skinner. Walter, Fox… these are my fathers. Camier is the tall dark one and Murphy is the short excitable blond who is getting ready to spank me. Put away those guns, they may take them and shoot you if you don’t.”

Walter turned to his lover, “Something you forgot to tell us?”

“I’m not good when I just wake up. Fox, Walter, these are my fathers. They adopted me a long time ago. Father, Papa, this is Fox and Walter, my lovers. They are both former FBI agents as you know.”

The dark haired Murphy moved past Alex and headed for the refrigerator. Humming, he opened it and looked through the contents. Smiling, he pulled out a loaf of bread and couple of packages of cold cuts. “Well, it seems that we have much to discuss. Such as whether we are going to allow you to care of our son and if you necessitate killing or not. After all, as parents we have a duty to our son.”

Mulder looked at the two fathers and shook his head as he moved to sit at the table, he also pulled a chair out for Walter. “I see… and what can we do to convince you that we are worthy?”

Walter shrugged and resolved that one day he would sit his lovers down and make them tell him everything. He was getting a little old for the constant surprises. He headed over to Murphy, grabbing the mayonnaise and mustard from inside, he closed the refrigerator. “Where are the knives?”

Camier watched this in silence, “And do tell me, my Dear Mr. Camier-Murphy, exactly what you do know about this?”

Murphy smiled and shrugged, “I did tell you that our Alexei was growing up.”

Camier sighed, “True, but he’s such a gentle child. Do you really want these two Alexei? If I remember right, you’ve gotten in trouble several times on behalf of this young man.”

Alex looked up surprised then relaxed, “The reports.”

“Yes, I’ve read them, including some very unsavory things about your employers. I understand why you had to kill them but you really should have left some for us. Then again…”

Alex smiled at his Papa. “It’s something I had to do, Papa.”

“True,” Camier sat down on the other side of Alex, stroking his son’s hair, in the chair that Mulder had pulled out for Walter. “Although after this…” One finger stroked the empty sleeve. “It did take our darling Murphy a while to calm me down, despite the frequent offers for assistance from Auntie D and Dobie. But you really aren’t needed here, Alexei. I won’t kill your Fox yet. Why don’t you go shower.”

Alex cut his eyes between the two men and stood up, leaning down he whispered into Fox’s ear. “Yell, but don’t run. They tend to play way too much.”

Camier just shooed his son away and turned back to Mulder, “Let’s start with your father…”

Alex sighed, an hour in the shower would have give both of his father’s adequate time to interrogate his lovers. Wrapping himself in his robe again, he wandered back to the kitchen. Both of his lovers sat looking at a bunch of papers. Quietly, Alex stepped up behind them and read over their shoulders. He did love his fathers.

Deed of Land and House Title

Insoasmuch as the state of Washington and the United States of America can be concerned the land and all properties thereupon located at…